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Chemistry is the friggin' worst.
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Chemistry is the friggin' worst.
"I need you to mute all the monologue..."
I could write about how I decided to go back to school and get a second degree in an effort to make something of myself. I could also write about how most mornings I wake up kind of regretting that decision. Then there's the fact that I've had all these funny observations regarding Blue Ivy's future playmate and how Kanye is sort of a prophet (But really though, the lyrics of "Celebration" kind of saw this coming). I could mention that since last fall I've developed an addiction to Family Feud-- and I don't even like Steve Harvey? Oh, or how today's the end of my spring break and that blows. Why did I go back to school again? Actually, I don't really want to talk about any of that. You know what we should talk about?
I mean... (Photo credit: charlidos.tumblr.com)
There is something kind of comforting in knowing that you are not the only person who is super unprepared for a test.
Only because I'd much rather be floating around in my pool listening to this and not sitting in class all day.
While today is a day a day I don't celebrate, I'll take any opportunity I can to post a Cypress Hill song. You don't have to smoke weed to appreciate songs about smoking weed.
And now we attempt to pull a research paper out of our ass.
Good day.